2 hours of sleep. no more.

Is the moom tired? she looks so pale

within her misty veil

she scales the sky from east to west

and takes no rest

Before the coming of the night

the moon shows papery white

before the dawning of the day

She fades away

Christina Rossetti

it's like being in a whirlwind trip of fleeting memories. it's like being in a place you'll remember but tend to forget.

at the corner, right at the back where a little space left for anything else, there lay a piece of you still hanging like the wind.

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p.s:happy quarter-century siskabaybeemybestfreninthewholewideworld. can't wait to see you later. LupLup.